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Australians will be able to guess whose porno I edited on Friday but unfortunately until mid next week I have to keep the lid on it. It isn't as Mutley might profess our International Super Star Dame Edna, Barry might have been up for some arty porno action in his old avant garde Melbourne days but somehow I think hearing 'Fuck me harder possums' might not be the porno catchphrase of the century. The person in question however is quite daggy but considered by some who follow his past exploits as some kind of legend - I really don't know, someone writes a novel enunciating esoteric brilliance that helps foster the way we perceive ourselves in this ridiculous narrative and is virtually an unknown, yet another person runs around a lot acting like a goof and has their portraits plastered on lounge room walls, go figure, or just go figure skate.

It was a loaded FuckFest last night. Before the party I prepared for Sabine a favourite fish dish of mine called Pescada, where the whole fish is baked with potatoes smothered initially with a hot garlic sauce with a squeeze of lemon, sprinkled with lots of parsley, and then drowned in a thick sauce of cayenne, paprika, nutmeg, lemon, egg, and cream. The whole fish comes out bubbling in its pool and shelled with crispy brown spuds. It is one glorious dinner, especially accompanied by a crisp cold salad - the recipe will appear on my Impoverished Writer's Cookbook very shortly.

Sabine and I arrived at the party with our standard bottle of wine, and costume. I gave in to simplicity and wore my Triumph International chemise which gave me that princely air over all the guys g-stringed together. We started the evening off in the pole dancing room, where the disco lights and music inspired some pole dancing lessons. Funnily enough, the guys were better at pole dancing maneuverer's then the girls. I was finally spotted by the small crowd and had my turn on the pole, being a bit of a monkey boy, born agile, growing up climbing trees, I pounced up high on the pole and swung around it to a round of applause. Soon after our spinning antics, the bell was rung for everyone to get their casual clothes off and get into sexy wear.

Clothes came off, and body parts became so much more visible. Lacy underwear and half bras, suddenly the places was decorated by flesh. The crowd of couples were a relaxed lot, quite social and friendly. Upstairs, the main play area, was virtually empty of swingers, so Sabine and I under our time constraints took initiative. We chose a central bed because we wanted some immediate play. I grabbed some condoms and lube and put them beside the bed. We hopped on, kissing and cuddling, and I went down on Sabine. One man came upstairs and asked to join in, to which Sabine replied that if he brought his partner up he could. He darted off, and seconds later a woman was lying beside us in all black lingerie. She sucked Sabine's breasts, and they kissed, as I licked and tongued Sabine's cunt, my hand wandering over to the girl's crotch, as the room began filling with fuckers. One large fellow was having his cock sucked by Sabine, whilst I continued slurping up her wet cunt and the woman beside us snuggled in, another couple got on behind us and shot straight into fucking. Then I strayed my lips to the other woman's cunt, slipping my tongue under the hem of her under-wear and sliding it up and down the rim of her pussy lips.

About three hands were taking turns in toying with Sabine's cunt, one of them mine, as by now I had the other woman's under-wear off and was well into exploring her privates, as Sabine sucked cock, someone's cock, and the woman I was feeding off gave attention to Sabine's breasts, a couple behind us pounding away in doggy, the guy occasionally reaching out for Sabine's cunt and the woman on all fours with one hand squeezing my arse. This is when I feel like there is an omniscient sex god, when my senses turn to molasses, when bodies are working in unity to produce a temporal temple of divine lust. There really is nothing like it, and today I thought about those who promote such hard line monogamous values, staunch standards in possession, this is my wife and no other is going to touch her, this is me and in theory I'm going to touch no one, but under special circumstances that may change, depending on if my desires lead me astray, and then I'll have to excuse myself but for god's sake my wife will remain in the museum of monogamy or wrath shall be had. Of course that is being pretty severe but the way I look at it is that monogamy is like VHS, even though BETA was of far superior quality, monogamy just promoted itself better and had bigger investors behind it, i.e. the church.

So, there we were, fully entangled in an orchestra of orgasms, Sabine by this stage being well and truly fucked by a guy in a leather vest, and I fucking the other woman, very quickly coming from the implosion of sensory overload, well before Sabine's fucker groaned his way into climax, and what followed was an excessive amount of oral, and I geared into fucking again, but am next time bringing some thinner condoms, the cheap brand that the party supplies makes fucking feel like having sex with one of the props used by the production department of Jim Henson, essentially having sex with latex.

That was it. By the time we had all finished, it was time to go. The bed cleared as quickly as it had filled. All around us still were the excesses of other people getting it on. One guy leaning up against a wall having his cock sucked, screams of delight coming from a woman being thwacked with an iron rod (fucked with a hard cock), and glimpses of fucking half concealed in some of the dimly lit corners. Grabbing a Mintie (they have bowls of Minties for swingers) I descended the stairs with Sabine, both of us wreaking of fuck, particular body odors, and personal fragrances - and hot flushed but feeling as if someone had buffed me with an elixir of pure indulgence - left the house and returned to the Saturday night streets with young people dragging their flirtations around in hope of having them validated, hoping for some action, keeping their loins well within the parameters of so called decency, when all said and done, quite simply, the riddle could be solved by one night at an all in orgy.